"No, no, no?!" Rami Zanzan got up and danced in the battle leader's office with excitement, "Isn't it?!" This one?! Angelon?! Is that the Angron I know?! ”

The dog adjusted his electronic sounder and cleared his throat.

"Yes and no. But it's really the Twelfth Genoplasma – can you sit back and take care of the rest without getting so excited? Mr. Ramizane Kalosini. ”

"I can't sit down! I can't help but get excited! I say! Whoever comes here discovers that the title of the Lord of the Red Sands has changed, and his legion has changed its name and is now loyal! Honest! Send! Anyone will be as excited as I am to get up and walk around! ”

Perturabo growled in annoyance, "I don't like your term loyalist! You just say he's still working for that corpse who thinks he knows nothing but knows nothing! ”

"Okay, okay, dry corpse, dry corpse...... Oh! That's Angelon! Sounds like a sane Angelon! The body of the fourth primordial body rubbed his hands excitedly, and the curled arc of the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed. Anyone who discovers such a big surprise can't be calm! ”

"There are many people who can quickly calm down after receiving this, but unfortunately it doesn't seem to include you...... Do you want to hear an urgent explanation from me now or wait until you're done excited? Peturabo looked at the data with displeasure, "They are in a hurry to enter the port to rest, right?" That is to say......"

"That's right!" Ramizane suddenly remembered something and threw himself in front of Ring Dorn, "Magna, do you remember to set aside enough berths for them before navigating, right next to the Iron Blood, to show our hospitality......"

Droplets of condensation had begun to appear on the brains of Magna Dorn's metal robots, and Perturabo coughed loudly and disgruntled from his couch throne, eventually his furry face growing more and more gloomy.

"Ramizane Kalosini! Don't forget yourself in a great, evil body that can make the galaxy tremble! You still want to know how to meet Anglon! He's a true genomorph anyway, my brother, and one of the greatest works of thought by the daring old corpse! Can you understand what a genogen represents for this galaxy? ”

A certain librarian who was reminded of this was like being poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he stood on the spot, and the Astartes on the Iron Blood and the surrounding Astartes were all cold.

"It's not...... Tell me, Napeturabo, that you are actually a careful, daring, commanded, and infiltrated Empire genoplasm in chaos, right? The body of the Fourth Primordial asked, with a hint of hope.

"I'm a ruthless Chaos Demon Lord who counts as a bastard to even those who care about me the most, and I will beat some of my brothers to death, wickedly and heinously make my brothers' bodies part of my flagship, and laugh and spit on others loudly, hoping that anyone I don't like will die honestly, and often look at the super-villain Iron Warrior Genotype Peturabo, who doesn't like anything, and has no affiliation or similar relationship with that rotten, sick, bloated empire— I think that sounds more realistic. ”

"Uh-Pepe, don't say that! Do we really have nothing to explain about Anglon? "Lamizane's vivid expression of horror is a great way to please the Demon Maharaja, and of course the accompanying soothing body massage plush spa will make your pet dog feel more comfortable.

"Besides, whether you throw it to Clarks or Alpha, it's much more likely than me to go to lurk." The dog coldly broke the other's illusions, his tail wagged leisurely, and the stuffed demon lord replied mercilessly to his body.

"Think of where you were when you woke up, where you saw Medrengard, and the people you had gathered, like Honso, who was like when you first saw him? How much effort you have made to change the appearance of the Iron Blood and the Legion to the bottom of every detail, Lamizane, don't fool yourself, you should think about how you are going to meet with Angelon to explain our current situation, since you are not diligent and unable to exert the strength of my body. ”

Obviously, the need to meet a genetic agent with a background of 'gladiator', 'berserker' and who currently seems to have the title of King of Conquest, who may still be in the opposing camp, has managed to plunge Lamizan's mind into a violent whirlwind of mind.

"Magner," he decided, deciding to bypass the black-and-white dog, whose expression was completely gloating at the moment, full of "Fuck rational, I'm going to see you deflated," and consulted another much younger figure who seemed much more reliable, "May I ask where my diplomatic Sir Cadre, who could help on such occasions at a glance, is at the moment, and how long will it take him to get back?" ”

Young Dorn flashed green with his mechanical eye and projected the answer onto Lamizane's retina.

"Let me see the reply from our competent Trade Representative...... What does he mean when he says he's been informed about this and that 'he's already sent a letter to Angron and will be procuring an additional batch of supplies'? …… Wait, when did this message go out? Is it eight months later? ”

"Yes, extragalactic time, the time of the planet in which Kadur is and our time are exactly three points, so that's why I just kept you sitting down and listening to me give an urgent explanation." The black and white shepherd let out a breath from his nose, "And you idiot has been bouncing around here like a harlequin on a hot iron plate for that virgin stupid big man!" ”

"Yes...... Doesn't it be a problem that Khatur has succeeded in getting the food we so desperately need, and that it has already been delivered, and that this journey, as you say, will pass through at least three periods of time? ”

"When you start thinking, they produce ...... But Lamizane, listen, one," the dog gathered the black pad and raised one of his paws, "don't be so detailed about the things that will use subspace!" Second, there is no problem in ensuring the space navigation of several ordinary ships; 3. We have made directional navigation of them here to ensure that they do not get lost; Fourth, please don't forget that you have just released a recruitment notice for Space Marines in half of the galaxy, and on the side of the Scarlet Road, where the torch can't be seen, all kinds of people, ships, and even fleets will only continue to converge. ”

The dog sneered at the man who said, "Wait a minute, I knew it was going to be big, but I didn't expect it to come so soon, I don't have a real sense at all," the dog sneered, "You better think about it as soon as possible, what agricultural worlds can be brought under our rule as soon as possible in this material-scarce galaxy." ”

His Excellency Ramizane Kalosini pondered for a moment, and decided that this time he could not salt fish in any case, but to face the other side and try his best to convince the new Genogen and his warriors, Anko! I'm your fourth brother Peturabo! I can't say anything! My faithfulness is evident from the sun and the moon! Anzi, take your son and good nephews to help your fourth brother take down a few planets and farm the land!!

(End of chapter)